Denver 30: 12
This downtown mural reminds me of two things:
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Not to be confused with his canine counterpart.
and, less fun — B:
The many, many people living on the streets in downtown Denver. While I cannot imagine such a life is ever anything less than brutal, it is dang cold here. To see folks curled up on corners breaks my heart. The line wraps around the Denver Rescue Mission every day. Our food bank is busier than ever. Listening to the news and hearing stories of the working poor, I get it more than ever. There are simply so, so many people hurting right now. It is hard to not be overwhelmed by the task at hand.
One day, smile and warm meal at a time.
In the meantime, Mamas, I think it is just fine if you want your babies to grow up to be cowboys. I know a lot of lovely men who fancy themselves weekend wranglers:
Photo courtesy of the Wright wedding
The older I get, the more I respect those back-breaking blue collar jobs that go with little mention. Cowboys? They are pretty fantastic.